Everyone knows the typical female mantra for January, “new year, new me!” Girls hashtag it for the first few weeks, when they’re actually hitting the gym and trying to stick to their New Year’s resolutions, but I want to talk about a different kind of mantra. New year, new guy.
I don’t necessarily mean that I want all you single ladies to run into the arms of the first guy to ask you out, that’s actually kind of the complete opposite of what I’m asking from you. We all have a “type” of guy that we tend to fall for. For me it’s a tall aloof guy with big brown eyes who’s kind of sarcastic (read: asshole). Nine times out of ten, my “type” of guy plays guitar or some other musical instrument. Nine times out of ten, they suck.
Then I met Stephen (cue cheesy ‘awwww’). At first I thought he wasn’t my type. He wasn’t taller than six feet, he didn’t seem aloof or sarcastic, his eyes have a hint of green – he was, as far as I could tell, the opposite of the type of guys I had been attracted to. I gave him a chance and eight months later, I still kind of like him. Or you know, I love him or whatever. But I am so glad I didn’t turn him down because he wasn’t my “type.”
“Molly, that’s all fine and dandy,” you might be thinking, “but I’m not about to date some guy that I’m not attracted to.” Well, I’m not asking you to! I wouldn’t have originally gone out with Stephen if I didn’t think he was cute. But I did know he was different. I think that every girl that’s having repeated relationship troubles (mine was guys that didn’t seem to really like me) should stop dating that same guy. You’re basically wearing the same shirt but in different colors.
I’m not asking you to do something completely out of the ordinary. I’m saying if you’re more of a black and white tshirt kind of girl, maybe consider a neon off-the-shoulder shirt you spotted on the racks and didn’t think you could pull off.
Give that guy from Psych class a chance, or at least try on the damn neon shirt. You’ll never know how well it suits you unless you take it for a spin. The completely superficial qualities that I liked in guys were nothing compared to the actual things I like about Stephen. He actually listens when I talk, and he’s always ready to help me or provide for me. He makes me laugh. And you know what? He’s SUPER sarcastic – but not in a way that makes me feel bad about myself. And he plays guitar.
I’m not asking for you to give up things you think are hot (hello, guitar playing boys), I’m just asking you to give someone a chance you might not have normally. You never know, they might surprise you.
Molly is a senior journalism/English major at a school you haven’t heard of in a state you haven’t heard of. She’s obsessed with Chandler Bing, English bulldogs, and cheese. Follow her on twitter @gwacamolly, or check out her website accordingtomolly.com